Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.